Masked In Nobility: Secrets Of Mrs. Chavez by Selina Gorges

Chapter 534 Braydon's haughty eyes seemed unfocused, filled with dark memories. After a moment lost in thought, he returned to the present, the past tugging at him. He fought to maintain his composure, lifting his gaze to Yvette, the corners of his eyes stained red. In a low, somber tone, Braydon said, "Savingis just convenient? You wantto forget everything as soon as I escape the cage?" Yvette looked at Braydon with a slight frown, her icy gaze piercing through him. Her voice was bone-chilling. "Braydon. I detest complications." Those words struck Braydon like a dagger, piercing deep into his heart. He questioned loudly, "After all these years, Yvette, have I just been a nuisance to you? Is there no chance for redemption after that mistake I made?" A glint of lethal intent flashed in Yvette's eyes, resolute and unfeeling. "Braydon, draw your weapon. I offer you a chance to Wager your life." The gwas simple. Each person takes turns with a revolver loaded with one or more bullets. They spin the cylinder, it, and point the gun at their own head.

seal The one shot retreats, while the one who hesitates loses. Only one emerges victorious, likely at the cost of life. Braydon's eyes darkened with disbelief as he watched Yvette pull out a silver firearm-from her coat. He recognized it well- the modified weapon she crafted herself, with range and lethality over tenfold that of an ordinary gun.

Braydon wondered, 'Has Yvette grown to despiseso much that she wants to rid herself ofthrough this deadly game? Am I truly just a wretched joke? Yvette's demeanor remained unfazed, as if discussing lunch rather than a gof life and death.

Braydon smirked coldly. "Very well, Yvette. I'll wager with you if that's what you want." He pulled out a gun from his pocket, both of them standing opposite, guns in hand. He fixed his gaze sharply on Yvette's weapon. his lips thin in a tense line.

"I'll go first," Yvette declared, loading the gun and pointing it at her chest. Braydon's pupils constricted at the sight.

In the next moment, he interjected, "Yvette, letgo first." With a frown, Yvette fixed her icy gaze on him, answering indifferently, "Suit yourself." Braydon aimed the dark muzzle of the gun at his own heart, remaining silent as heavy stillness enveloped him, murderous intent gleaming in his somber eyes. Yvette observed him from a distance, a silent spectator.

As he gazed into Yvette's calm, unyielding expression, Braydon realized he had irrevocably lost her today. Despite his rise to power, escaping his grandfather and putting in effort, it was all in vain; he had never truly been in her heart or eyes. His finger flinched, ready to pull the trigger, but at the last moment, he relinquishedthe weapon, letting it drop weakly to his side. Despair was clear on his face, the melancholy impossible to hide.

Seeing his capitulation, Yvette coldly and slowly withdrew her gun, her expression unchanged. Raising her brows delicately. she said softly, "Since you've made your choice, live well I hope we never meet again. With that, she turned and walked to her car.

Braydon stood frozen, watching Yvette drive off in her Maserati le staggered a few steps, as if his feet were nailed to the ground, feeling like a withered tree. His complexion was ashen, the pallor of death evident, vitality sectningly drained from him. 1/2 10:13 Tue, Dec 24 GGG.

Chapter 531 86 The first tBraydon felt abandonment was at eight, locked in a dog cage and fed dog food for two years. The second w today: he once believed Yvette would return after sulking for a few years, but now he realized how wrong he was.

He pondered. Am I loving her the wrong way? Did she bet her life to rid herself of my nuisance? Maybe my existence has been a mistake since I drew breath. Inside the car, Yvette gripped the steering wheel tightly as she answered Jeremiah's call. "Where are you?" Jeremiah's voice resonated with a magnetic tone.

Yvette hesitated slightly, then replied, "On the highway, heading back to the villa. Is everything settled at Betrico?" "Yes. We have a dinner tomorrow at nine in Mysonna; would you like to join?" Jeremiah casually asked, knowing well Yvett disdain for such events.

"I suppose." Yvette answered slowly. Jeremiah was surprised by her affirmative reply. Yvette pressed the accelerator, speedir toward the villa.

Upon entering. Yvette noticed Sienna, fuming with anger as she ranted into her phone. She was the only one at hsince everyone else had gone out. From her tone, it was clear just how furious she was.

Sienna demanded, "What on earth is going on with the Xander Group? Didn't they assure us the new season's garments would be delivered on tnext week? Now they claim they can meet the deadline! What are they playing at?" Sienna's face flushed with anger, and spotting Yvette was like finding her anchor. "Enough! If Xander Group wants to jeopardize our agreement, let's seek compensation as stipulated in our contract.

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"No concessions should be made, do you understand?" After hanging up, Sienna's expression shifted from fury to a wounder poul like a child seeking comfort. Yvette, something must be wrong with Xander Group.

"Our collaboration has been smooth for years. They assured us the garments would be delivered on time, yet their representatives just o m informed us of a problem. If that e happens, our market will be severely compromised, leading to significant losses." The fashion industry is ever-evolving; failing to launch new collections on tbrings serious consequences Yvette, now in her slippers and observing Sienna's mix of anger and distress, approached her and gently patted her head. In a soft tone, Yvette said, "You're far too grown up to be this upse Sienna's face flushed. In the world, she's a decisive and capable woman who can hold her own against anyone. But in front of Yvette, she feels like a child, unable to escape her dependence on her.

Sienna confessed, "Yvette, there must be an issue. The Xander Group om must have a valid reason. Their production lines are too numerous for delays to be allowed. We must investigate to uncover the problem." Seated on the sofa, Yvette leisurely sipped from a cup of water, her demeanor serene as she asked nonchalantly. Who is the chairman of Xander Group? 0